Tag: food

It's amazing how different supermarkets can be in different places. You'd think they'd be the same everywhere, but the French hypermarkets are a completely different world to Dutch smaller supermarkets, which can be only a bit bigger than corner shops. There at least five supermarkets that we can easily walk to from our house, and... Continue Reading →

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I'm reading Harry Potter in Dutch at the moment. (I may have mentioned this before!) And I keep noticing places where the translation is not just the words, but also the cultural expectation. I've mainly noticed it with the food they eat. The story of Harry Potter is very rich with details of many things,... Continue Reading →

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I love cooking; though being able to do it on my own is a luxury I rarely have. As a child I only remember having to make crumble. (Now I make mean pastry.) I'm not sure why I didn't do more? My sister did. I don't like to ask for things, so maybe I never asked... Continue Reading →

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Meal planning is something I don't particularly enjoy - I love cooking but often feel uninspired when faced with a blank piece of paper to sit down and decide what we should eat this week. And I don't want to be eating new things every day, or eating the same things every week. I read... Continue Reading →

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Albert Heijn (the local supermarket - a bit like Sainsburys back in the UK) gave out moestuintjes earlier in the year. For each fifteen euros you spent you got a little pot with seeds in - a random one from twenty-four different types of plant in a selection of vegetable, fruit and herbs. Each pot... Continue Reading →

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When we first moved we found the closest supermarket (or three!) to our house so we could buy food. And we learnt where things were in it and the Dutch for the foods we eat often. Then as other things run out I've had the challenge of finding them (eg soy sauce is ketjap in... Continue Reading →

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If you'd asked me before we moved I would have said the UK was a child-friendly place. But it's nothing compared to what I've experienced here! For example, shopping. Taking a small child shopping is often fraught with cries, whines, complaints, grumps, sulks etc. And with two that's even more likely. In England when that... Continue Reading →